Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.